Yercaud I Tamilnadu I India
Every freezing night, the cold winds try to wreck her soul, scar her body. Yet this gentle looking tree with all her battle scars stands tall and battles all night just to wait for her Sun.
Every morning she smiles like she believes it's perfect day, with no ornaments like a princess and her tunic robbed by the cruel night – she bares her soul to sun.
She has the demeanor of contented life, knowing she has a battle coming after her sun leaves her every night and shines in another part of this planet. All she cared about is the sunshine and not shadow.